Stay — Poets Of The Fall

Morning comes slow today Memories push through from yesterday Where will I be tomorrow What will I have to show

From my life

Stay, I need you here for a new day to break Stay, I want you near, like a shadow in my wake

Flow with life down the drain Memories and force of will sustain Where will I be tomorrow What will be left to show

It's the little things, little things, little things, that make the world.